Stephanie West

Rookie (When god choses / Society)

Never Going Back To Black - Poem by Stephanie West

Sitting in my room thinking of words that rhyme
Being told by my bullies it was a waste of time
I was a good-for nothing, would never get a guy
Getting letters through my locker, telling me to die
Not that it didn't try but not the way others would
I rebelled against society, against anything good
In the dark forest of depression, I met so many friends
We needed love but the pain never ends
The dark, the smoke, the memories and abuse
Beating us down until our mind unscrews
I've been to every dark place, the hell holes of pain
Although I'm cured now, the scars remain
I can sit in the light and feel the sun on my back
Turning away from the terror, never going back to black
But I'm not bullet proof and I can still take a fall
Because I'd rather feel pain than feel nothing at all

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012


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